She pulled up the laptop and opened the folder labeled "examples of smut." "Read this one out loud," she said, already peeling off her shirt. Her tits spilled free, nipples hard. He took the screen and started reading the first filthy paragraph. His voice stayed flat at first, but the words hit her like fingers between her legs. By the second paragraph she had her hand down her panties, rubbing her slick clit in slow circles while he watched.
"Fuck, keep going," she told him. He read the part about the guy bending the girl over the kitchen counter and slamming into her from behind. She shoved her jeans down, kicked them off, and climbed onto the bed on all fours. "Do it exactly like that." He dropped the laptop, yanked his cock out, and drove straight into her soaked pussy in one hard thrust.
She grunted, pushing back to take every inch. No teasing, no slow build—just raw fucking. He gripped her hips and pounded her, balls slapping her ass with every stroke. She reached under and fingered her clit, moaning loud and dirty. "Harder. Fuck me like the slut in the story."
He pulled out, flipped her onto her back, and shoved her knees to her chest. His cock sank back into her dripping hole with a wet sound. He fucked her deep and fast, sweat dripping onto her tits. She grabbed his ass and pulled him harder into her. "Come inside me. Fill that pussy up." He slammed in one last time and unloaded, thick ropes of cum pumping into her while she clenched around him and came with a sharp cry.
They didn't stop there. She rolled him onto his back, straddled his face, and ground her cum-filled cunt on his mouth. "Lick it out." His tongue pushed inside her, tasting their mixed mess, while she reached back and stroked his cock back to life. Once he was stiff again she spun around and sank down on it, riding him reverse so he could watch her ass bounce. She bounced hard, pussy making obscene wet sounds every time she dropped. He slapped her ass red and told her what a filthy whore she was for wanting more examples.
She grabbed the laptop again, scrolled to another story, and read this one herself while she rode him. The new scene was about two women and one guy. She described every detail—tongues on clit, fingers in ass, double penetration—while she worked her hips in tight circles on his cock. He reached up, shoved two fingers into her mouth, then slid one into her ass. She came again, harder, pussy pulsing and dripping down his shaft. He flipped her onto her stomach, mounted her, and fucked her ass with the same raw force, no lube except the cum already leaking from her cunt. She pushed back, taking it, telling him to wreck her.
They kept going until the sheets were soaked and both of them were shaking. She read one last example out loud while he fingered her swollen clit and she jerked his cock over her tits. He came across her chest in heavy spurts; she rubbed it into her skin and licked her fingers clean. They lay there breathing hard, the laptop still open on the next filthy paragraph neither of them had the energy to read yet. She smiled, already planning which example they'd act out next.
